Mended (Poetry Block 46)

He touched me without really touching me.

Well, his words did, in the most sincere way.

I remember feeling a certain change when I held my hand over my heart.

Within each beat I felt relief, healing and love.

Perhaps, it was the tone he used, or the words spoken that began the mending.

Whatever it was, I had not felt that way before.


The problems I spoke of, he always found solutions for.

Something I was too stuck on not finding.

He didn’t know me from anyone and still he stayed and listened.

Never finding fault in what I considered failure.

Helping me see the bigger picture.

Giving me cause to hope.


Where had he been all my life?  I began to wonder.

Tears of joy fell behind a screen he couldn’t see out of.

And I was grateful for that.

Without truly knowing him, he head done more for me than I could have done for myself.  At that time.

We might have been miles apart, but his words encouraged me.  They moved me.


He took the time to be there for me.

And it grew from there.  The love did.

My heart, down to my soul, was mended.

And all because he cared.  He truly cared.


What more can you say about a person like that? A man, especially.  It’s rare.


Poet’s Thoughts:

This poem was written at a time in which we only spoke through Facebook Messenger and both never knowing if we’d ever meet.  We spoke on a daily basis through messenger for a bit until we were able to talk on the phone.  And in times where messaging each other lapsed, the very next time he messaged me he would explain what had happened.  Not that I asked for it, but he felt he needed to explain.  In messaging him about things I was going through, he helped me see another perspective to my problem, as well as a solution to it.  He helped clear my mind by talking to me and not down to me.  No matter how many times I had fallen in these times, he still remained highly optimistic and later I found out things he was going through at the same time, but he felt to be there for me.  And when needed, I returned the favor in whatever way I could.  It was the little things back then that we did for one another that helped build our foundation and now we have little and big things that continue to keep our foundation strong.

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